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fear and trembling
fear and trembling a tenant in my homebase family shelter plus care program was reported by another family. i usually take such reports with a grain of salt but this young mom was pretty new to living on her own having just spent 10 months in our congregate shelter so i went up for a visit. i had a master key, announced myself, and entered. she was sitting in a rocking chair with with a needle in her arm and her baby in her lap. she stood up and the baby fell to the floor. i picked up the baby and moved to one side. before i could say a word, a man came out of her bedroom. i knew him. he's about 70 years old and he's a crack dealer and a predator. i started to shake. i am not good at confrontation. out. now. he looked at me and said. i'm just here with the girl. out of my building now Mr. Saunders or i'll call the police. he moved past me towards L to hand her something and i said now or i call the police. just giving her some smokes. you give her nothing. out. he chucked the baby under the chin and then said i'll see you tonight and ambled out the door. i watched him leave the building and called my office to get someone else upstairs with me. the police were notified and a trespass was placed. a 51A was called in and the whole sorry mess began to take on the rhythm of the bureaucracy that such things do. a good two hours passed. i was sitting with the baby on the floor, the mother was nodding in the corner when DSS arrived. we'd found a detox. the police and an ambulance were outside ready to take the mom. she was too stoned to to do anything but cry. her baby was receiving a nebulizer treatment that was much needed. things were awful but moving. i had stopped shaking but had that sleepy post adrenaline feeling. as i put a bag together for the baby, Mr. Saunders appeared at the door. WTF???? he must have drifted up the stairs while the door was open with all the activity. he stepped into the apartment and headed my way. i stood there, and we made eye contact. as he got a bit closer, i said, you're trespassing. he just smiled. i felt my legs go weak. but when he felt a hand on his shoulder, i smiled back at him. a policeman who was with the worker in the bedroom..... with all due respect Mr. Saunders, today is just not your day. the policeman cuffed him and led him out. i sank back against the table and started to cry. Mack(one of my staff) came in from the corridor and handed me a cigarette that was already lit. i inhaled deeply, looked around. DSS left with the baby. i locked the doors. Mack held my hand all the way down the stairs to the office. i appreciated that. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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I have no words at hand, oui-oui. Solar...
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How frightening for you. I've been in somewhat similar situations and had the same reaction of trembling (shaking) afterwards. You did all of the right things. Stand firm, show no fear, be assertive without being aggressive. It's the aftermath and the "what could have happeneds" that get to you. Warm hugs! Never ignore those who care for you you will have lost diamonds while you were collecting stones
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I try to promote love and sharing,,,but I think I could shoot a drug dealer ---------------------Dennis US ARMY (RETIRED) AND YOUR FRIEND I never mean to offend(blog or comment) anyone ,If I do contact me please. Please check out my blog Harley-Davidson Drive(19harley86)
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Ah, babe - such hard things. It rends your heart, and the light pours in.
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God I hate human beings sometimes. This sounds like something out of an episode of Law and Order. Just please tell me that sorry excuse of a woman will never get he baby back, there's got to be something good to come out of this.
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3/15/2013 8:53 pm |
A tough situation demanding a tough woman. You are tough, and being scared isn't weakness is it? It seems more like understanding, and you have more understanding than most. I agree with Magna's comment above: "The wound is the place where the light enters you" I am glad for that baby that you were there.
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Griffith is right, you are tough, and smart to be scared. Drug dealers are not people to take lightly. Thank the Lord that police officer was right there when he needed to be. But please be careful when the Druglord gets out. Keep safe. Sad and terrifying story indeed.
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Thank God you walked in...who knows what would have happened in the future of the baby...or the mother. Good job at holding your ground. You amazing woman you. Hugs.
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A very harrowing tale McWickster. I hope you're feeling better. The world would be a far worse place without people like you doing the work that you do!
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Ooooh that poor child. Really good that the neighbors reported the situation - sometimes "minding your own business" is definitely not a virtue. Bravery often comes along when we're in need of it. I don't think I would want to be on the wrong side of you, we
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WE, I'm just wondering what will become of the baby. I presume there will be some ajudication process which will likely string out for quite a long time.
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I go about my life secure in the knowledge that what I do has little affect on people's lives. I like it like that, there's no pressure on me to perform at any minimum standard. If I don't do my job, no one dies, no one gets hurt, it can get done tomorrow and little is lost. You don't have the luxury that I have. You affect people's lives, no make that you save people's lives. Thank you for doing what you do, for doing what some of us would rather not see or know about.
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You keep my faith in this world intact. Thank you for inspiring us to be brave and stand strong. Please be safe, your world needs you. with love & admiration...
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Aww, WE, I'm so sorry. How hard that whole experience must have been! Big love and hugs to you! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Honni is right! write a few words here, WE, to tell us you are still OK
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Motherfucker! When I'm the knight I feel incredibly sad. When I listen to a recounting I am angry. People are so disappointing...
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ah but you see, she will get her baby back. and i want her to. i just want her to be well when she does. We need to seriously stop considering parenting a right. We take chances with the future (the baby) by entrusting it to someone who is likely to relapse. It's warm and fuzzy that you want her to get the back but in the long run how can that be the best for the child?
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wickedeasy replies on 3/29/2013 12:30 pm: we're in supervised visits right now, post the detox. i'm moving the mom to a program in another city where re-unification is the goal (probably in another month or so) where she can live with her child under 24/7 supervision for a year. if they hack it for a year, they will qualify for a subsidy unit with services sort of like mine but not in my city - the new one - i'm hoping th emove will make a differnce. we've also got the mom signed up for some classes at the local colelge - she needs to build some connections other than drugging so...we shall see Muti - we shall see. There, but for the grace of God, go I! Ya know, WE, over the course of the several years I have known you and have been visiting your blog, you have really opened my eyes to a lot of the human problems and suffering which goes on everday but is invisible to most of us. God bless you and others like you who do the best you can to relieve the suffering and find solutions to the problems!
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